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At least he’s from the farms
Dora’s anxiety level began to rise when she realized that Finn was nowhere to be found. She began to gnaw her nails as she became increasingly concerned that Finn would be late for the wedding, which could result in the ceremony being postponed. She couldn’t afford for the wedding to be canceled. Cathleen had to marry Finn so her daughter could marry the owner of Knight Group International.
“What’s taking so long for the groom to show up? How can a man be late for his own wedding?” Dora asked, but her husband didn’t answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene.
Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exuded confidence and beauty, making it clear that she didn’t need anyone to give her hand in marriage-she was already a masterpiece created by God.
Cathleen’s heart pounded in her chest as she cautiously glided down the aisle, the delicate ruffles of her dress rustling with each step. She tried to maintain a graceful composure, but inside she was trembling with nerves and fear. When she finally reached the end of the aisle, her eyes frantically scanned the church garden for her groom, but he was nowhere to be seen. Panic surged through her as she stood alone at the altar, exposed to the smirking gazes of the guests who were whispering and snickering around her like vultures waiting for their prey. The once beautifully decorated church garden now felt like a desolate wasteland as Cathleen realized she had been left humiliated and abandoned on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. which, of course, wasn’t considering she was marrying Finn.
“Hahaha, wasn’t she said to be dating Finn before? Did he change his mind about her?” One of the guests gave a smug grin and raised eyebrows, emphasizing the mockery in their words. Their eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as they gazed at Cathleen’s solitary and forlorn figure at the altar.
“Hahaha, Finn will never show up.” Another guest remarked.
“I thought the daughter of the Jackson family was Avery; how come it’s now her?” The guest was a middle-aged woman, her lips curled in a sneer, and her eyes cold and calculating. Her fingers were adorned with sparkling rings, and her outfit was expensive and tailored to perfection. She stood with a confident posture, enjoying the scene before her.
A deafening clap of thunder could be heard coming from the heavens just as Cathleen was ready to leave the altar.
A helicopter was preparing to land in an unoccupied area not too far from the location of the ceremony. The people who were currently present were preparing a landing zone for the helicopter.
A tall, imposing figure stepped out of the side of the helicopter designated for the pilot. The man was clothed in a sharp, perfectly tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame and accentuated his chiseled features. As he removed his gear with ease, everyone around him couldn’t help but be in awe of his commanding presence. However, Cathleen paid little attention to the commotion around her as she focused on preparing to marry her adversary. Gracefully, the man began to make his way down the aisle towards the altar. With each determined stride, the bright sunlight seemed to dance along the lines of his lean figure, illuminating him like a golden halo. His ruggedly handsome face radiated a warm glow, captivating all those gathered at the wedding location. His appearance was reminiscent of that of Adonis, drawing all eyes towards him as if under some kind of enchantment. But beyond his stunning looks, there was an easygoing charisma that exuded from him, making it clear why he commanded such attention and admiration from those around him.
When Dora glanced at the man walking towards Cathleen, she couldn’t help but grimace, since she knew it wasn’t Finn. Who exactly is this guy? She thought to herself. Instantaneously, she felt a knot form in her stomach. She turned to her husband.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“Honey, what is going on? That man is not Finn.” The man remained eerily still, refusing to acknowledge his wife’s presence. He didn’t even deign to look in her direction as if she were insignificant and unworthy of his attention. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and the silence was a heavyweight suffocating the room. She could feel his cold indifference seeping into her bones, chilling her to the core.
“Hon-” She went on, and the man cut her off.
“I already know that Cathleen won’t be marrying Finn. Before the wedding, old Mr. Knight mentioned to me that Finn fled away after finding out that Avery had run away. Therefore, he disclosed to me that he would call his nephew from the farms to wed Cathleen.” Dora was seething with rage.
“Who is his nephew?”
“Does it matter that we wanted an alliance with the Knights? Now we have it.” William’s face twisted into a smug grin as he spoke, his eyes narrowing in condescension toward Dora. His posture exuded arrogance and entitlement as if he were the ruler of all he surveyed.
“William, how come I am just finding out about this now?” Dora’s face contorted in anger as she let out a yell, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes intense as she glared at her husband.
“Because you are a drama queen, you may have started unnecessary drama, just like you are doing now. Don’t you dare try to make a scene?” The man eventually turned his head to face his wife and glared angrily in her direction as a warning. Dora’s hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white from the force of her grip. Her body trembled with fear and frustration as she dared to glance up at the man, knowing she had no choice but to comply with his wishes. She gritted her teeth and fought back a grunt as she forced herself to remain seated. She had no alternative but to comply and remain seated while the wedding was carried out.
Dora sighed. “At least he’s from the farms.” The man looked at his wife and then back at Xavier, who was walking towards his daughter.